Walking up Punahou Street, I see the congested road filled with cars of all shapes and sizes, bumper to bumper. I also see students walking past me, bicyclist riding on the road, and senior citizens relaxing at Punahou Square Park. I knew I was close to Pōhakuloa as more and more students, some with their parents, walk past me. So much more that there is not enough room on the sidewalk for both me and the students and their parents to walk on. …show more content…
I walk towards the stone and sigh in relief. I finally made it to my destination. I embrace the fact that this is a legendary stone, meaning this is a really old stone. According to Ancient Sites of Oahu, the stone was damaged while it was being moved and that patches of concrete hold it together. I did notice how beat up the stone looked, just like every other stone on the island. There were grayish patches of concrete, light green type of moss on the top of it, and a bronze plaque on the chest of the stone that says “Punahou School Founded 1841”. Being next to Pōhakuloa is like going back in time and being there in the presence of men, women, children and